Criss-crossed by branches,
the moon's a stained glass window
on the universe.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: Shadbush and cloud
- April 29: Bones and blossoms
- April 28: First warblers
- April 27: Moon through trees
- April 26: Willow
- April 25: New moon and Venus
- April 24: Dandelions
- April 23: New leaves in the rain
- April 22: Carmina Burana
- April 21: Out of state
- April 20: Splashes of pink
- April 19: Test
- April 19: Chipping sparrow
- April 18: Keeping it going
- April 17: What I saw on my run
- April 16: Gone Fishing
- April 15: Cat's view
- April 14: Child's play
- April 13: Basking seal
- April 11: Wildlife at the dump
- April 10: Not snow
- April 9: Blossoming blueberries!
- April 8: Easter nests
- April 7: Neurotic cat
- April 6: Heron in flight
- April 5: Approaching Easter
- "Transportation"
- April 4: Red halo
- April 3: Moon with vulture
- April 2: Sun after a grey day
- April 1: Dead blackbird
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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